Almighty painter

Chapter 385 Tangled Girl

"Miss Sandnu, are you waiting for the family car?"

It's been a while since school ended.

When Miao Aung Win was walking across the street, he saw the student union president carrying her small schoolbag and holding her mobile phone, standing under the shade of the tree at the school gate, as if she was waiting for the car from her family to take her home.

Mona lowered her head.

In the scene.

The hair on the back of her head was always meticulously tied up like a wig in school. It was rare for her to take off the hair tie and let it hang loosely on her shoulders. She looked like she was troubled by many worries.

Her depression was so obvious, and her whole body was enveloped in a low-pressure air mass.

From time to time, a car would stop on the side of the road, and the classmates in the car would invite her to give her a ride, or they would run over to comfort her.

There are many people in the school who hope to make friends with Miss Sandnu.

All of them were declined by Mona, and she even just waved them away, which was considered perfunctory.

Mona is very concerned about her appearance in public, and she rarely behaves so rudely.

In fact, except for a few people who girls can get close to.

In the past, she was not willing to show such an upset look in front of many students. Apart from pursed lips, she did not even show obvious emotional fluctuations.

She is known as Iceberg Beauty in school.

A girl who grew up in a big family where class can be distinguished by surname knew that "respectability" was the only meaning of survival even before she could walk.

Mona came to Yangon to live and study at the age of six. She only had a few limited holidays and went back to her hometown with her business elders.

Her family has a large ancestral land on the outskirts of Bangalore. It is said that it can be traced back to the Mauryan Dynasty. In the past few centuries, whether the ruler was the British Army or Gandhi, it has not changed. Her father proudly told her that their family would own this land until the end of time.

This is nothing in India.

It is completely different from the stereotypes of "clean and hygienic" and "have a glass of Ganges water" left by many people on the Internet. India is perhaps the best country in the world - for the top one thousandth of a million people.

It has the most developed service industry and the most luxurious hotels in the world.

It is not the same concept as many "five-star hotels" in Egypt and Central Asia that are splendid on the outside and look like country guesthouses on the inside. The luxury hotels in India are really luxurious, with silver tableware and executive restaurants with Italian bartenders. A dressing table covered with luxury cosmetics, a bathtub filled with rose petals, and a one-on-one valet.

The standard is higher than some big European hotels.

In the same way, luxury carriages, luxury restaurants, luxury communities, luxury cars...

Supermarkets, super highways, super aircraft carriers, Super Bowls, super airplanes, super projects and superheroes. If people say that the narcissistic Uncle Sam loves to label his country's national symbol with the word "super" that is superior to others, Even the superman wearing red pants flying around in the sky has "Super" printed on his underwear.

Then Indians have a mysterious interest in the word "luxury".

Even in their national mythology, the origin of the "Sandenu" caste is the Golden King covered with gold.

All things that signify luxury are truly luxurious. The working environment of employees in high-tech companies in Bangalore is no worse than that of programmers in Dongxia, Singapore, and the United States.

Even better.

In the San Francisco Bay Area, an elite programmer with an annual income of $40 would have to worry about having a nanny at home for a long time. But with the labor costs in India, you can hire a platoon of servants to carry you to work.

The only thing worth worrying about is.

Once your class slips.

Even if the journey is just from a luxury car with a conductor and steward to a second-class sleeper car, then you will not have any excess from developed life to the living environment of a pre-modern country.

During one of her spring vacations, Mona had to take a second-class train ride from Nandi Hills to Bangalore with an adult because the train was delayed and rescheduled. It was a nightmare.

On the bed that was technically hers on the ticket, there were two unknown men lying on the bed. Under the floor of the bed, there was also an unknown man lying on the bed. She was not even sure whether the other man was still breathing.

Every place is sloppy, messy, and full of chaos.

No one checked the tickets. There was no conductor, no air conditioning, and the smell of feces, urine, and excrement mixed with sweat, inhaled on the tip of the nose, as if the whole person was in a huge can of expired fermented milk.

The two uncles protected her and sat in the corner of the carriage for four hours, blocking all kinds of malicious eyes from all directions.

Mona had always hated the kind of headscarf that rural women had to wear when going out.

Some men in India wear headscarves because of Sikhism. As for women's traditional headscarves, they have nothing to do with religion. They are simply because they need to cover their faces and prevent other men from seeing them except family members.

She has regarded this as a symbol of inequality between backward men and women since she was a child.

I also submitted a short paper as a group assignment at Dewey, in which I denounced the oppression of women’s rights in this backward society.

But that was the first time in my life.

Mona regretted not buying a face scarf at the place selling traditional sari clothing outside the train station before boarding the train.

I heard that British Railways recommended in a newspaper that women should carry a two-inch-long sewing needle in their carry-on luggage when traveling in second- and third-class carriages. This is because it is used to protect yourself from possible violations at night or when the train passes through a relatively long tunnel.

But that was the London where Sherlock Holmes and Detective Poirot lived.

1880 years.

Mona can never forget what she saw as a child and her family education.

Heaven or hell.

Master or servant.

Decent or not.

Yes or no, there is no so-called ordinary in-between life. Either you work hard to be a superior person, or you go out and become a low-class person.

This is Mona’s world view.

So she should always smile and always be calm and calm.

Even if Baba ran forward and was greeted by Mrs. Cruz's dismissive cynicism, she would only run to the corner of the lawn and secretly wipe her tears alone.

Only girls who are calm, organized, and have the demeanor of a general can win the trust of teachers and professors, win the student council election in grade 11 and leave a mark on their resume, and win the trust of interviewers at the school recruitment fair. Only with favor can you have the power to say YES to a better life in every upward or downward choice in life.

Mona firmly believes that she does not regret any of the choices she has made.

If life gives her another chance to choose, she will do the same thing again.

But she was really upset today. She didn't know where this emotion came from, but it came so violently that she couldn't breathe.

She doesn't want to go home.

I don’t want to call my driver.

I don't even want to care about other people's eyes.

Two months ago, when she was so upset, Gu Weijing found her, comforted her, and painted pictures to make her happy.

She now wanted to stand like this under the shade of the tree until the end of time. It seemed that as long as she stood like this, the next second, a hand would be waiting to pat her on the shoulder and ask her why she was sad.

So what if it comes?

The trouble this guy has caused now has brought TV stations to his door. Looking at him, he might even be expelled from school.     If he really comes running like before.

Mona would open her arms without hesitation, put her arms around his neck and tell her, it doesn't matter, no matter what happens, it doesn't matter, I don't care.

I don't care if your membership is fake, and I don't care if you went to the Royal College of Art or your local pheasant university.

As long as you are still the same Gu Weijing.

We can still start over as we did before.

He would still keep a cold face, crumpling the drawing into a ball again, and keeping this troublesome person away from him.

Which choice will be made?

Even Mona herself doesn’t know and can’t guess.

She gently tugged at the grass growing from the shrubs in the flower bed.

Yangon is located in the Irrawaddy Delta, Myanmar's most fertile region.

In April, everything here is growing wildly, and colorful grass leaves spread to the distant horizon along the flower beds planted with low shrubs along the street.

Coleus is a small flower with heart-shaped leaves. Because the outer edge is deep brown, it turns into bright pink near the rhizome. The two contrasting colors appear on one plant at the same time. Hence the name.

"Half of the blood is still gushing out, and half of the chaos has dried up."

A local poet once described this ubiquitous weed in a sad tone: "This is our country."

Mona does not have as deep feelings for the land beneath her feet as the poet does.

Her complicated mood at the moment was somewhat similar to that of the poet decades ago.

Mona witnessed the interview outside the school gate.

The more rational part of her heart thought that she should be lucky to have separated from Gu Weijing early, so as not to be dragged into this quagmire together.

She wanted to joke with the girl next to her as if nothing had happened, and wanted to show her sobriety and wisdom with a mentality that it had nothing to do with herself.

Even if you can.

Mona completely wanted to give a cold chuckle in front of her classmates and express in a arrogant tone that she had foreseen that similar things would happen the moment she and the other party separated.

If love is a fund.

She, Miss Sandenou, is an excellent and calm fund manager. When she finds that holding stocks has poor returns and the prospects are worrying, she will sell them out early to protect herself.

Definitely a good financier.

pity.

Feelings are feelings.

It's never money that buys someone, but sincerity.

She cannot keep a small abacus in her chest and calculate her mood by moving small wooden beads here and there.

Therefore, Mona couldn't laugh at all.

In fact, she felt a little secretly happy.

After that time on the playground, she had guessed that maybe, maybe, probably, there was a 100% chance that there would be some ambiguous feelings between Miss Sakai and her little boy.

Mona knew very well that she had almost no advantage in front of Miss Sakai.

Of course, Katsuko is really cute.

But Mona didn't believe at all that with the other party's family background, there was any real possibility of a relationship with Gu Weijing.

There is no caste in Japan, but life has its own classes.

Katsuko Sakai is different from other wealthy girls from Dewei who look like they have fluttering skirts. Her condition has surpassed that of a "rich person" in the popular sense. Miss Sakai is the daughter of a rich man in the true sense.

Luckin’s wealth report shows that there are 84490 wealthy families in the world whose family worth exceeds US$81 million. There are a total of billion people living on this planet.

Miss Sakai is not one in a thousand, not even one in ten thousand.

She is one in 100,000.

A member of the highest and unattainable upper class in human society since ancient times.

Even in the Hollywood romantic movie "Roman Holiday", the last scene still shows the European princess and reporter Joe, looking at each other affectionately and saying goodbye.

Just because Ms. Sakai is too good to touch.

So she's not as threatening as a bitch like Kou Kou. Her mother looks like the kind of shrewd, philistine devil she is.

At most, the two of them had an underground love affair behind their parents' backs.

Mona even thought about whether she should reveal this matter to Professor Cruz. This majestic middle-aged mother would definitely kill them both with one finger. Later, she felt that this matter was a bit too bitchy, and she didn't want to. Offending Shengzi extinguished the tempting impulse in his mind.

Nowadays, Gu Weijing is deeply involved in a scandal. Come to think of it, there is no possibility for him and the lady of the Sakai family.

Only people like me who were childhood sweethearts and grew up together would not dislike each other.

Maybe there is also the very annoying Kou Kou, huh, she doesn't work as a lesbian, hooks up with young handsome guys, and hangs around Gu Weijing all the time. What a mess!

However, the moment the other party jumped out of the crowd.

Mona also envied Koko's freedom of doing whatever she wanted without caring about it.

A part of her heart hoped that she would be the one to jump out and speak generously to the camera.

Kou Kou said that she was playing the role of a turtle, and she was absolutely right.

She didn't have enough courage to stand in the crowd, looking at the interview with a worried look, and was in a dilemma.

Mona often hated herself for being sticky and tangled.

Whether it was ridiculing Gu Weijing with everyone, or jumping out and pointing cold fingers at thousands of people, it was a simple relief.

But Mona just couldn't do it.

Half emotional, half rational, the two ponies pulled her left and right, as if they were trying to tear her heart into pieces and split it completely into two pieces.

Unknowingly, Miss Sandnu had torn the coleus in her hand into pieces. The red and brown heart-shaped blades of grass were completely mixed together, staining her white fingers and the casing of her mobile phone with colorful mottled colors. .

She turned on her phone.

Staring at a text message on the screen that has been edited several times.

[Gu Weijing, I'm a little worried about you. Are you okay? Give me a call. 】

After hesitating for a long time, Mona finally locked the screen of her phone again without clicking the send button and put it back in her pocket.

(End of this chapter)